Kate Pearce - Simply Wicked

“What now?”

David unbuttoned his breeches and pulled his shirt over his head. “Now we enjoy this together.”

Anthony watched carefully as David stripped off his breeches to reveal his already erect cock. His own shaft twitched in response. In the pleasure house, David rarely shed his clothes, so he’d forgotten how big David was. He seemed to prefer to keep his sexual encounters to the minimum. Not for the first time, Anthony wondered why. “Did Minshom put you off fucking altogether?”

David ran a leisurely hand over his shaft. “No, why?”

“Because you seem to be happier giving sexual favors than receiving them.”

“Minshom didn’t do that to me. By the time I met him, I was already damaged and so was he.” His smile was wry. “I admit he took me to a new low, but I clawed my way out from under him eventually.”

“How?”

“It was quite simple. I was replaced.” He sought Anthony’s gaze. “He met you.”

“I didn’t know that. You were always very pleasant to me.”

“Of course I was. I was too busy trying to beg my way back into Minshom’s bed to upset his new toy.” He shrugged. “And eventually I realized I was glad it was you rather than me.”

Anthony grimaced. “I wish he’d find someone else.”

“Perhaps he will.”

“At the moment, he’s so angry I’ve walked away from him that he’s determined to have me back.”

David straddled Anthony’s lap, his feet taking his weight on either side of the chair. “He’ll get over it. He’s a grown man and no fool.”

“God, I hope so.”

David unwound the ends of the red cords from around Anthony’s neck, leaving him still bound to the chair, and brought them between their bodies. Anthony held his breath as David wound the linen around both cocks, binding them intricately together. He could now feel the pulse of David’s shaft as intimately as his own.

He shuddered as David drew the cord around both their necks and tightened the coiled rope. His cock tried to fill out, met the resistance of the linen and David’s flesh, and began to burn and throb. David slid a hand into his hair and drew Anthony closer. He could no longer look down and see their cocks, only feel the erotic vise pulling tight as David rocked into him.

“God . . .”

David moved faster, jerking Anthony’s cock, pressing him down into the silk pillow and onto the base of the phallus until he saw nothing but need, wanted nothing but the red tide of desire that scorched and consumed him. He came as David came, shouted the other man’s name as he climaxed, his hot cum bursting through the tightly wrapped linen to mingle with David’s.

This time it took longer for him to recover, and it took David a while to lift himself away and unwrap their cocks.

“Did you like that?”

Anthony let out a slow breath. “Yes.”

“Good.”

David cupped Anthony’s balls and used his thumbnail to draw a line on the underside of his cock.

“Devil take it, David, I’m not sure if I can . . .”

“You can. I’ll make sure of it.”

Anthony licked his lips. “Will you fuck me while you make me hard?”

“Haven’t you been fucked enough?”

“What do you mean?”

David bent to lick the swollen crown of Anthony’s cock, insinuated his tongue in the slit, making Anthony strain against his bonds. He swallowed hard. “Fuck me, please.”

“I’d rather you fucked me.”

“I’m tied to a chair, how do you expect me to do that?”

“We’ll manage.” David’s slow smile was a sinful invitation as he straddled Anthony’s lap and grasped Anthony’s cock around the linen that still bound it. He knelt up, guided Anthony’s wet shaft toward his arse and slowly lowered himself down.

“Ah . . . that’s good.”

Anthony held his gaze. “You’ll have to do all the work. It hardly seems fair.” He groaned as David started to move on him hard and fast. “Fuck me, please.”

“Not until you come for me.”

David groaned as he got into his rhythm, his eyes closed, his cock sliding against Anthony’s belly and the linen rope as he worked. Anthony’s cum tightened his trapped balls, making him moan. He had no way of slowing or stopping David, no control at all. He knew he’d have to come when the other man demanded it.

At that thought, he climaxed deep inside David, heard the other man’s growl of satisfaction at his complete surrender. Abruptly, David lifted himself off, leaving Anthony’s cock feeling cold and bereft.

“I’ll fuck you now.”

David moved behind the chair, removed the thick phallus from Anthony’s arse and shoved himself deep. His fingers brushed Anthony’s throat as he sought the ends of the rope and tightened the bonds making Anthony gasp for air.

“David . . .”

Anthony’s cock responded to David’s presence and started to fill out again. The soreness and suddenness of the rough penetration caused another erotic surge through his overwrought senses and made him want to scream. David reached around and took control of Anthony’s cock, rubbing him hard in time to his thrusts.

“I’m coming.” David’s hoarse words in Anthony’s ear and the sting of teeth settling on his shoulder jerked him into another release. It was almost painful this time, each spurt of seed, so hot and raw that he did scream.

When he opened his eyes, he was free of the rope and David sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him. His sea blue gaze was contemplative; some of his blond hair had escaped its ribbon and curled around his face. His muscled skin gleamed with the sweat of his exertions as he slowly breathed in and out. Anthony licked his lips, tasted his own blood. David’s gaze followed the slight motion, and he smiled.

“I don’t usually fuck anyone these days.”

“Neither do I,” Anthony replied. “But perhaps I should try it more often.”

“I heard a rumor that you were looking for a wife.”

Anthony stiffened at the abrupt change of subject. “I’m not.”

“Then why are you escorting Lisette’s sister around town?”

Cautiously, Anthony sat forward and fixed his gaze on David. “Lisette shouldn’t have told you that.”

David shrugged. “I won’t repeat it. I was just interested to hear your reasons.”

“I told you, I’m trying to get away from the third floor. Marguerite offers me an opportunity.”

“Does she know what you are really like?”

“She knows enough not to judge me.” Anthony got up, aware of his body aching and shaking as it came down from its sexual high.

“I’m not judging you, Anthony,” David said gently. “And it might interest you to know that women often enjoy the art of shibari as well.”

“I have to get home.”

Anthony gathered his clothes and thrust one leg into his pantaloons. He tried to imagine Marguerite’s body adorned with the red linen cord and saw it so vividly that his well-used body whispered a protest.

David pulled on his shirt and breeches and leaned up against the wall, arms crossed as he watched Anthony dress.

“I didn’t mean to spoil our evening.”

“You didn’t.”

“I hate to contradict you, but I obviously did.”

Anthony tucked his shirt into his pantaloons and looked for his cravat. David brought it over and helped him fold the linen into something resembling a decent knot and deftly pinned it in place at his throat.

“There, you look almost respectable now.”

“But I’m not, am I?” Anthony met David’s gaze. “I’m not the sort of man who should be sniffing around a woman’s skirts.”

David gripped his shoulders. “You don’t know that. Some men are able to satisfy both sexes. Perhaps you are one of them.”

“But, you’re right; I’m not being completely honest with Marguerite, am I? And I told her I would be.”

“With all due respect, she is Madame Helene’s daughter. Maybe she will understand you better than you think?”

Anthony tried to smile. “Unlikely when I don’t even understand myself.”

David handed him his waistcoat and held out his coat. “My opinion is worth little, but having struggled to survive Lord Minshom’s attentions myself, I understand what you are going through. The man is like an addiction, isn’t he? Even now I sometimes find myself wanting to go to him and beg him to take me on again.”

Anthony let out his breath. “But perhaps in my selfish attempts to escape him, I might involve someone I’ve started to care about.”

David leaned in and kissed his cheek. “If Marguerite is anything like her mother, she’ll survive.”

“God, I hope so.”

David bowed and gestured at the door. “You’ll be fine, my friend. Now go home and get some sleep, and if you want your own set of shibari ropes, let me know.”

Anthony paused at the door, held out his hand. “I don’t know what to say. You not only stopped me from debasing myself in front of Minshom tonight, but gave me one of the best sexual experiences of my life.”

“Good.”

“If there is anything I can ever do for you in return, just let me know.”

David’s smile was wry as he shook Anthony’s proffered hand. “Well, if you ever see me going anywhere near Minshom again, stop me.”

“I’ll do that, and thank you again.”

“Good luck and good night.”

Anthony went through to the main door of the house and put on his hat and cloak. He had no idea what the time was but knew it must be late. He hoped to God that by the time he got home, his mother would have gone to bed. She’d developed an unsettling habit of waiting up for him, which simply exacerbated his guilt and his desire not to tell her anything about his life at all.

Perhaps David had a point and it was time for him to move out . . . He started to walk toward the main thoroughfare, checking for potential hazards in the shadows as he progressed. He wasn’t sure if he had the guts to live alone. At least at his parents’ house he had to maintain some standards. If he were alone, there would be no one to stop him but himself. He stopped walking, allowed the biting wind to swirl around him and breathed in the bitter cold air.

David had been kind to him, far kinder than any of his other lovers. His life would be much easier if he could be with a man like David. But David hadn’t asked for that kind of relationship, had he? Anthony winced. Did he realize that Anthony was too damaged to reciprocate properly? Or did he understand Anthony’s need to reach out to Marguerite? Hell, he didn’t know anymore.

He glimpsed an approaching hackney cab and increased his pace. Telling Marguerite the truth about his sexual cravings was the honest thing to do, but dammit, she liked him. She wanted to be with him. Could he keep up the facade that everything was perfect in his life for much longer? Marguerite was no fool, and part of him longed to confide in her, to see if she would still want him despite his failings.

“Damnation,” Anthony cursed under his breath.

He was far too tired to contemplate his future tonight. He sighed. David had certainly worn him out. Tomorrow was quite soon enough to reflect on what he’d learned and to try to make some sense of how he should go on.

Marguerite hurried out of the anonymous back entrance of the pleasure house on Barrington Square and headed for the park. Tucked discreetly in her bag were a selection of small sponges and some tansy oil, courtesy of her mother. Her cheeks still felt hot after Helene’s frank explanations, but Marguerite was grateful nonetheless.

To her continued surprise, her mother hadn’t asked for any details as to why Marguerite was suddenly willing to listen to a lecture about how to avoid pregnancy. Marguerite suspected Helene was just glad her daughter was contemplating making love to anyone and had held back from questioning her for fear of alienating Marguerite completely. It was not like Helene at all, but Marguerite was grateful for the reprieve.

The clock on the church tower at the corner of the busy square struck eleven, and Marguerite increased her pace. She was due at the Lockwoods’ to celebrate Charles Lockwood’s birthday. In truth, she had no inclination to attend, but her mama-in-law had insisted, and she had reluctantly promised to make an appearance. The Lockwoods en masse were never very pleased to see her, but she’d always liked Justin’s younger brother Charles, and she was willing to brave the others for his sake.

Spots of rain darkened the flagstones ahead of her, and clouds covered the brightness of the sun. It was usually far quicker to cross through the gardens of the adjoining squares than to go around the busy streets in her carriage. She hadn’t reckoned on the rain. Marguerite picked up her pale green muslin skirts and ran toward the imposing white steps of Lockwood House. With her head lowered, she wasn’t completely surprised when she ran into another person also ascending the steps.